The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 103:The Danger In North

The sheer weight of Kael’s killing intent pressed down on the battlefield like a suffocating storm. The knights shivered, their breaths turning ragged, as if an invisible force was crushing their chests.

Some of them instinctively stepped back, their instincts screaming danger. This was not normal. This was not human at all.

The beasts, despite their monstrous forms and savage nature, trembled. Their growls turned into uneasy whimpers. Their bodies stiffened, their tails tucked low. Even the Ice Men, beings without emotion or will, seemed to hesitate under the sheer madness and bloodlust radiating from Kael.

Then, the leader of the pack stepped forward. A massive, hulking wolf, much larger than the rest, with its fur as white as the frozen tundra looked ahead.

Scarred, battle-worn, and menacing, it radiated pure dominance. Its piercing golden eyes locked onto Kael, its fangs bared in aggression... but its body betrayed its fear. It was sweating,actually sweating in the cold.

For the first time, a beast of the wild knew what true terror felt like.

With a loud, shaken roar, the wolf threw its head back, then snapped its gaze toward its pack. With a sharp howl of retreat, the beasts immediately turned and ran, their massive forms vanishing into the blizzard. Even the Ice Men crumbled into the snow, retreating as if they had never been there.

A deadpan silence lingered for a moment

Vic just stood there, frozen in horror, staring at Kael as if he had seen a ghost. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He even rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was an illusion, if this was even reality. The other knights, though trained warriors, didn’t dare move.

Their backs were soaked with sweat. Their hands trembled. Some even fall to their knees, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Baret, Gare, and Chris, though trying to act nonchalant, were screaming with joy inside. This was Kael.

That’s our Lord. The nightmare-inducing, psychotic leader.

This was an aura. Not just power. Not just presence.

Pure, unshackled, soul-crushing dominance.

Kael, however, just stood there, completely unbothered, taking a slow, long puff of his cigar. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as if this was all a joke to him.

"Hmm!As effective as ever.’’

Though killing intent wasn’t a criterion to judge strength, it was quite helpful in scaring beasts and monsters who use killing intent to judge.

And which fucker in the world had the highest killing intent..

Then, he glanced at the red-haired beauty standing beside him.

Lydia.

He smirked. "See...!"

Lydia tilted her head, looking genuinely confused. "See what?"

Kael narrowed his eyes. "Your multiple personality disorder."

"KIURHGGG—!" Kael choked on his cigar, coughing violently. He turned to her, face contorted in shock. "What did you just say?"

Lydia blinked. "Multiple personality disorder. It means people with different behavior patterns like you. Sometimes, you laugh like a madman. Other times, you act serious, like a normal person."

Kael’s eye twitched. "Did you figure that out on your own, or did someone tell you?"

Lydia smiled innocently. "Sir Ramos was whispering with your knights behind you."

Kael’s face darkened instantly. His hands clenched into fists.

Then, with a roar loud enough to shake the heavens, he screamed:

"FUCKKK YOU, OLD MANNN!"

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The campfire crackled softly, casting long shadows across the weary warriors.

The Red Knights, once proud and unyielding, now sat hunched over, their bodies wrapped in thick cloaks as they soaked in the warmth. Their wounds had been treated, but their spirits remained shaken. Yet, despite their exhaustion, every single one of them had their eyes locked on Kael filled with shock, horror and disbelief.

Kael, sitting casually by the fire, paused mid-motion and looked up. "What?" His voice was laced with confusion.

No one answered. Their expressions spoke for them this man was insane.

Seeing their reluctance, Gare finally broke the silence. "My Lord, did something hurt you?" His voice was hesitant, like he was treading on dangerous ground.

Kael frowned. "No. Why?"

Gare sighed and made a face like a kicked dog. "Then whom do you want to kill?"

Kael blinked. "Since... What? Why? When did I—" He trailed off, his gaze lowering to his own hands.

He was peeling the meat off an Ice Orc’s corpse while squeezing its blood into a pot.

"Ohhh... I get it."

He gave a nonchalant shrug and explained, "The meat of an Ice Orc is poisonous. But if you know how to remove the toxins and cook it properly, it’s highly nutritious—great for recovery."

Then, with a bright grin, he looked at the Red Knights. "Yo, Red Knights! If you eat this grilled Orc meat and drink this blood-boiled wine, I promise—by the time the sun rises, you’ll be full of vitality again!"

The moment he said that, several knights turned pale.

A few visibly gagged.

Kael ignored their disgust, continuing to butcher the carcass with Lydia’s help. She, surprisingly, had picked up the skill unnervingly fast, slicing through flesh with the precision of a seasoned hunter. Meanwhile, the rest of the knights sat frozen, their faces twisted in pure horror as the red knights were forced with orc meat.

Somewhere deep in their minds, they all made a silent oath—never to piss this man off. Because if they did... who knew if he’d eat them too?

By the time the butchering was done, the wounded Red Knights had been fully treated by the healers and the doctor accompanying them. Kael finally settled into his seat, his earlier amusement fading into cold seriousness.

"Now... What the hell is going on?" His voice carried an icy weight, instantly snapping the knights to attention.

He leaned forward, with eyes narrowed dangerously. "I was sent to oversee why mana stones weren’t being mined. But what the fuck is this mess?"

At his words, the Red Knights exchanged hesitant glances. Then, their gazes lowered—a mix of guilt and shame filling their expressions.

Kael Veydrin.

Everyone knew him. A useless noble. A disposable pawn.

The one who would eventually be cast aside in favor of Adele Veydrin.

They had already decided where their loyalties lay.

But now...

Now, the world had flipped on its head.

The man they thought was worthless had arrived like a God of War, his mere presence scattering an army of monsters. It was an unbelievable, monstrous feat—something they could only witness in awe but never hope to achieve.

And so, all of them lowered their heads and saluted.

Their leader, a grizzled veteran with a scar across his eye, stepped forward. His name was Reiner Falk, a C-rank knight, and one of the eight surviving Red Lion Knights. Despite his injuries, he stood firm, his voice unwavering.

"My Lord." His tone carried deep respect. "The situation in the North is highly precarious..."

Kael’s brows furrowed. "Explain."

Reiner took a deep breath, his fists clenching. "The Red Lion Guards are on the verge of breaking down."

Kael’s entire body froze. For a moment, his mind refused to process the words as he screamed..

"WHATFF?!"

His roar shook the entire camp, sending a violent chill down everyone’s spines.